Off Limits (Kings of Mayhem MC 5)

Within seconds of stepping into the room, he had my dress off me and his face buried in my neck as he pinned me to the door.

Then, dropping to his knees, he kissed the tiny swell of my stomach.

We hadn’t told anyone.

For now, it was our little secret.

A tiny little life growing inside of me.

He guided me over to the bed, love and lust bright in his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I knelt on the bed and undid his belt buckle and black slacks, pushing them down his narrow hips. The sight of him, hard and thick, never failed to get me aroused quickly. I turned around. I wanted him to fuck me on his clubhouse bed and I wanted it to be hard, fast, and filthy.

“Lift your sexy ass up, baby.” He guided my hips upward and pushed my legs further apart so I was completely exposed to him. He ran the head of his cock against my clit and I bit down on my lip.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

I didn’t have time to reply before he slid his cock into me with one smooth push, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. Bliss flared in my clit. In this position I could feel every single inch of him. Every single delicious inch of him as he pushed in and out of me.

“Christ, you’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He put his hands on my hips and rocked into my wet pussy. I arched my back and moaned. “You make me so fucking hard, baby. There’s no way I’m going to last.”

“Make me come,” I demanded. I didn’t want this to be over. Every cell in my body was screaming for an orgasm. My first orgasm as his wife. “Make me come with your cock.”

He pulled out and ran the broad head over my clit, detonating my orgasm immediately as a cry of pleasure roared out of us both. I felt him pump his cock with his hand, and the stickiness of his cum as he came all over my clit.

With a growl, he fell to the bed and pulled me into his arms. “I’m never going to get fucking tired of this.”

“Good,” I replied, kissing him gently on the lips. “Because it’s too late to back out now. You’ve married me and knocked me up all in a matter of months. It’s a bit late for any regrets.”

He chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I could never regret anything about you.”

While he pulled on his slacks, I went to the bathroom to clean up. Ruger’s cum was sticky on my thighs and that wasn’t going to work with my satin slip of a dress.

Sitting down, I glanced out the window. Outside, the sun had drifted further toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. Music and voices drifted up from the river. Laughter floated on the fall air. Our wedding party was still very much in full swing.

I smiled happily to myself and played with the crown pendant Ruger had put around my neck only an hour ago.

I’m happy. So freaking happy.

It was amazing how much my life had changed in the last six months. All because of a burst water pipe in my apartment.

“We should probably get back to them before anyone notices us missing,” I said, walking back into the room. But Ruger reached for my hand and sat me down on the edge of the bed.

“Before we go, I want to give you something.”

Shirtless and looking so deliciously sexy in his black slacks and belt, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small box from one of the drawers. Walking back, he sat next to me on the bed and opened it.

I looked down at the ring sitting in the box and my mouth dropped open. When I looked up at him, a swirling fierce love whipped through me.

My skull ring.

The one I had given to him almost two decades earlier.

Emotion lodged in my throat. He had kept it all these years.

“I can’t believe you actually kept it.”

I had forgotten all about it.

“Of course, I did.”

A sudden warmth poured into my chest. This beautiful, crazy man never failed to surprise me.

“Do you remember why you gave it to me?” he asked.

I tried to peel back the years, but the memory was murky.

“You gave it to me so I would be happy,” he prompted.

Slowly, that day came back to me. It was the day we had buried his sister.

“I remember now.” I paused as more of it replayed over in my mind. “I was drawing on the concrete and you came out for a cigarette.”

“That’s right.”

“You were really sad. I could see it in your eyes. And I felt bad for you. I didn’t want you to be sad… you were broken-hearted. So, I gave you my ring because it was a happy ring, and if you had it you wouldn’t be sad anymore.”